February 01, 2006

For the record

This was a s*itty day. So s*itty that I don´t really know how to react. I suppose that stare at the ceiling and be quiet as a stone trying to figure out why doesnt help.

To make things worst, I´m sick.

My head hurts, my mouth is dry, and my heart is in revolt.

What a pathetic, pathetic, woman I feel like I am today.

Poor thing, my heart. It has been so amazingly hurt and he wants to keep trying. It is so broken and he wants to try again. I shouldnt let him. I should just chain him, blind him, make him stay quiet, make him sleep. I feel pitty for that wonded, bleeding broken thing still working inside me. Why did I ever let him out again?



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